Grizelda Plum jolts awake to the clatter of wheels and a street that smells of rain and tinsel. The Misfits are already late, and the plan—such as it is—unfolds under the neon hum of a city that refuses to sleep. A stolen map, a rescued goblin bard, and a debt owed in sparks set the crew on a ride through back alleys that glitter with danger. Grizelda negotiates with grifters, teases a stubborn badge of honor from a reluctant ally, and learns that every clever escape leaves a left-behind trace. A betrayal circles like a gull, but so does a stubborn thread of loyalty binding the misfits together as they chase a prize that may or may not save them all. The city itself becomes a character, doors opening onto memories, and the ride becomes less about fleeing a fate and more about choosing who to become on the way.